The meeting room was filled with the smell of burnt plastic.
The bulb in front of the projector lens had exploded into shards of glass, with wisps of black smoke puffing out from the machine.
The excitement froze on Mr. Smith's face, and the director's newly relaxed brow furrowed back into a knot.
"What happened!" he asked, suppressing his anger.
The officer responsible for operations turned pale: "It... it's an old issue, the wiring is outdated, it might have short-circuited."
The meeting room fell silent. The most important dynamic imagery data couldn't be shown, undoubtedly reducing the impact of this technical exchange.
In a corner, Bai Tingting bowed her head, her shoulders gently trembling.
"No problem."
Lin Wan Yi's clear voice broke the silence.
She walked to the wall, pulling out an old hand-crank slide projector from an inconspicuous wooden box, and took a thick stack of cards meticulously wrapped in kraft paper from her canvas bag.
